There was George, throwing away in hideous sloth the inestimable gift of time; his valuable life, every second of which he would have to account for hereafter, passing away from him, unused…. sprawling there, sunk in soul-clogging oblivion. – Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889

I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung. – Tagore

Life is a flash of lightning in the dark of night. It is a brief time of tremendous potential. – B. Alan Wallace